Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
John Cale,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.